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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light-
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
HALF a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
War's a joke for me and you,
Wile we know such dreams are true.
- Siegfried Sassoon
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
My Soul: I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,
Upon the breathless starlit air,
(To Robert Graves)
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
'Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay! '
Art thou a Statist in the van
Of public conflicts trained and bred?
- First learn to love one living man;
'Then' may'st thou think upon the dead.
A green and silent spot, amid the hills,
A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place
No singing sky-lark ever poised himself.
She asks me
What is a poem?
Her shapely nose,
Three weeks gone and the combatants gone
returning over the nightmare ground
we found the place again, and found
the soldier sprawling in the sun.
A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown;
A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the darkness;
Our army foil'd with loss severe, and the sullen remnant retreating;
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea,
And the silence of the city when it pauses,
And the silence of a man and a maid,
And the silence of the sick
South of the Line, inland from far Durban,
A mouldering soldier lies- your countryman.
Awry and doubled up are his gray bones,
And on the breeze his puzzled phantom moans
(Stage Opens) .
(Soldier Condemns) .
Yet another attack and Mass destruction has been Initiated. For the loss of several Soldiers it has resulted.
This vile world is not a place of peace
You cant expect to dwell in ease
While others paid the ultimate price
(Stage Opens) .
Soldier- What a Moment to Cherish as i Pay Tribute to my Motherland.
The soldier gives the right to bear arms,
By carrying a weapon of his own in War.
The soldier keeps us all safe from harm,
By defending us on a foreign shore.
(Stage Opens) .
Common Man - Exuberant Emotions Await to Come as to Celebrate the Seventy Fifth Independence day I Anticipate Celebrations
In Huge Sum.
To be a soldier is to sacrify for his nation
To stand and to be patient even suffer even sorrow
To be a soldier is to feel every part of his nation
To defend it and to do concret every wish and hope and dream every little minute
I'm going to soldier tonight as the soldiers of the crowd screams left, left, left right left! left! left! right! left!
I'm going to soldier tonight for I am not weak I'm strongly protecting myself to get myself out of this mess.
I'm going to soldier tonight and go through the poetic Battlefield and put up one hell of a poetic fight.
I'm going to soldier tonight like the Black panthers standing up for what I believe in and me knowing it's right.
"Lie still now, soldier", the Union General said,
As he knelt down beside the boy's bloody, wounded head.
The dying young lad, no more than fifteen, if a day,
Wore the blight of cannon, and being in its way.
Man- As Soon as the Day Will Come Than I Will Join the day for mighty is it's Importance.
Against the Cruel Terrorists Our Brave Soldiers Risked their Lives for our Security's Assurance.
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